And I damned well would have accepted your kind invitation too Rushey.
As I was badly traumatised by the drive up to Devonport. I ask you how could anybody live in that ratrace
I had several bad experiences. My map said shortly after the big bridge I would have to make a right turn that would take me to Devonport. Well being a forward thinking gentleman I got myself nicely tucked into the right hand lane ready to execute. Well fuck me there is a whole motorway full of demented looking creatures going the other way and no sign of a right hand turn. At the last minute I spot a sign saying left turn exit for Devonport. With a deft piece of driving I manage to cut across the other lanes and make an undignified exit from the motorway.
I am just recovering from that and up comes a dazzling array of lights. The one I was looking at I swear was green but it may of had a tinge of yellow in it, thinking about it. Then it was red and I had far too much momentum up still to have any hope of stopping. It was an exciting few seconds as the traffic broke like quail from the sight of the big bullbars of the Toyota bearing down on them.
If they had a camera set up at those lights I expect I may I may receive a hefty fine in the next couple of weeks.
I sold buggar all books, a few coffee table books was all that mob were looking for. I was so looking forward to the sight of another human that if El Boraco or Barefoot had have turned up I would have given them a free book each. Still I went up there really to support my old publisher.
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